Oh, sure, drag it out of me.
OK, I have two kids. Maggie's my first (of the dogs; I had a cat until he died last year). She was about to be put to sleep at the county shelter when my friend who does pit bull rescue found her (she's part pit). The plan was for me to say I found her in my town, which had a no-kill shelter but would only take animals found in my city. So of course Maryanne brought her over and came inside for a few minutes because I already knew I wasn't going to be able to just leave her at a shelter. They came in, and Maggie was just SO sweet. She saw Elvis, my cat, at the top of the stairs and didn't even react. And Elvis, who hated EVERYthing that wasn't human, just sat there and watched here, but didn't start yelling at her like he normally would. So that was it. We took her to the vet to get her checked out and make sure she had all her shots, and she's lived with me ever since. She's had surgery on both knees (torn ACLs a few years apart), but otherwise she's a great dog. Very friendly, and loves everyone except other dogs (with a few exceptions).
A few years after I got Maggie, I was at a shelter in Denver for abused and neglected animals, doing a charity project (painting the dog run). I went inside to wash off some brushes and saw this sad little dog in a cage near the door. He was clearly petrified, wide-eyed and trembling and huddled in a corner of his cage, and every time the door would open or close, he'd get even more scared. I went over and just sat near his cage, talking to him. The shelter folks opened the door to the cage, and I basically just sat there for an hour and a half, talking to him. He'd warm up a little and creep over toward me, but then the door would open and he'd jump back to his corner. I was smitten.
So the project was over and everyone left except me and my cousin. The shelter folks brought "Jordie" into their office with another dog that was his friend, and I sat on the floor and talked to him and waited for him to come to me. He crept up and licked my hand, and that was the end. I got the paperwork to adopt him, my cousin and I went to the synagogue to turn in our paperwork from the project, and we went back to the shelter so I could turn in the papers to adopt "my" dog. I wanted him to meet Maggie, but Maggie's not great with dogs on neutral territory, so they told me if I came back the next day I could take him home for the night.
So the next day I drove over to get him. It took three people to get him in my car because he was too afraid to walk on a leash. But as soon as I drove away, I looked in the mirror and say him standing up, looking out the back window. By the time we hit the freeway, he was coming between the seats in front to lick my face. I got him home, but of course he was too afraid to leave the car. So I left the car doors open and the door from the garage to the house open, and just went inside. Maggie went out to the garage and came back with Jordie (now called Teemu). Tay jumped up on the couch and settled in. We all went to the vet, where they had to examine Teemu under a chair because he was so afraid (I had to carry him into the vet's office). He checked out fine, so home we went. Within an hour or so, he was lying on top of me on the couch, snuggling into my neck. I called the shelter and told them to do whatever background checks they needed, but I wasn't bringing him back, even for a day.
Anyway, he was afraid of almost everything, including doorways. So in the next year or so I consulted a pet psychic (I know, but she actually helped), two trainers (one was wonderful, the other was horrible and told me he should never have been adopted out and should have been put to sleep and could never be trusted) and a behaviorist. He's still shy and a little jumpy, but he's the happiest little guy you'll ever meet. And the most loving dog I've ever known.